(Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated for awhile. I have been busy. Likely story, I know. Anyways, by reading your wonderfully sweet and encouraging feedback/comments, you have inspired me to finally write the next chapter. Sooo if you don't want to wait months and months for your updates, do what you amazingly awesome readers do so well and comment comment comment! Its what keeps me going! Anyways, without further ado, allow me to introduce you to...THE NEXT CHAPTER OF A SPELL WHICH CANT BE BROKEN! As my infamous words go, Enjoy! :) )

Never in my entire life had I ever thought that I would be so excited for a detention let alone have one. This was like that moment when your lying in bed and you hear your parents sneak into the living room to eat the cookies that you set out for Santa, and you know that in the morning your going to wake up to see presents under your tree. It was like that, except their were no parents, or cookies, or Christmas trees. Just a hot, sexy stud muffin like Zeke, waiting for you in detention. (Did I really just say Stud Muffin?) Now I know that detention doesn't sound like the most romantic place for a..first time, but with the handy dandy skill of magic on my side, I could turn a stuffy, cramped old classroom into a private, luxurious honey moon suite for two! All I would need is privacy, a little bit of magic and some nice silk maroon window treatments. (Ok, Now I'm sounding gayer by the second) I'm almost ashamed to say this, but school couldn't end faster! Justin flinched and silently apologized to the homework gods for insulting the sacred name of school then picked up his things off the floor to walk to his next class. It was only ten minutes after he had that little tease show in the hallway with Zeke but he felt like it had been 10 years ago. He couldn't of missed the touch of Zeke's soft, supple lips more then he could miss the next season of glee! (You have to admit, its a fantastic show!) Just as he was floating down the hallway towards the math room, blinded by his own internal fantasies, smashed right into the schools notorious school bully/big guy on campus, Dane Rogers.

Justin felt as though he hit a large boulder, massive, warm, muscular boulder none the less, but that was besides the point. Dane looked down at Justin, almost 4 inches taller then him, with his dark hazel eyes and mocking smile. His chiseled features were too perfect to be human. If he didn't have that dumb jock grin on his face all the time he could of easily just walked right out of a GQ magazine. No wonder the chicks were all over him like nerds to a new episode of The Big Bang Theory. "Way to watch where your going dim wad." "Oh sorry!" I replied instinctively. His voice was busk and macho, with a hint of boyishness. He had the stereotypical jock voice, with a twist. Running his left hand through his short well kept dark honey bronze hair, he looked at Justin with disdain. "Well, are you going to move or not?" I said nothing, standing frozen in my place like an ice sculpture. "Are you deaf or something?" Always blame it on the lack of senses or disabilities when you don't get your way. Classic dull brained football dude. Finally I said something. "No, I'm not deaf, but if I was, I would be so grateful that I wouldn't have to hear your unintelligent blather of a mouth!" I stopped right where I was, freezing yet again after my outburst. What the heck did I just do. His anger flared up, every muscle flexed in his body, tense, uneasy. "What did you say dweeb?" There was a hunger in his eyes, a hunger for blood I'm sure. I couldn't control myself, it happened, like word vomit, again. "You heard what I said Blondie. Or are you just as dense as the rock you were sculpted from?" His face flushed with red. Now he was pissed. He clenched his fists together and invaded my personal space, his face inches from mine. I could feel his hot, humid breath, the beads of sweat dripping off his forehead.

"Do you want to repeat that, dick weed?" Dane grabbed the tip of Justin's shirt, almost ripping it off with one simple tug. Mass amounts of testosterone burned through his blood, making his skin hotter then a red iron stove top on High. It was unnaturally hot. I couldn't help but feel his hand on my chest, a strange sensation rushing through my veins, almost an animistic urge pulsing into my body. Though this definitely was not the time to be feeling that kind of feeling, especially when I was about to be on the receiving end of Danes fist. "What, are YOU deaf? I said your a useless sack of rocks with a half pint for a brain. Is that really too hard for even you to understand?" I said with such faux confidence that I could have been a action hero in one of Bruce willises movies. Of course the response I got was more then I could handle. I wasn't expecting to see his hand rise to hit my face so soon. I thought maybe we could share a bit more useless rough banter but apparently he is all action. "You little fag!" just as I was about to get struck with a force of a thousand flying boulders smashing into my face, we got pulled apart who else but Miss Duley herself. "Alright quick your yadder bluging and cut it out. You boys understand that is not the behavior we want to see in the hallways. Either go get your skinnys on and join the wrestling team or take to the streets, hulio. But this is not the fitter fatter we encourage on school property. If you boys want to get crunk or whatever go do it somewhere where Janitor Higgins doesn't have to clean up the blood stains on the floor. Cripes he already is a bit of a sourpuss but who wouldn't be if you had to clean up you youngins left overs and love juices all over the bathroom floor. You would think that if they were using our school bathrooms to have cheap hormone driven underage sex that they at least would have the decency to clean up after themselves." For a moment both me and Dane looked at each other in a cross browsed confused/slightly disturbed expression, trying to decipher what the heck she was talking about. "Oh you know what I mean. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is knock off the wimper whomper and go to class. Its not allowed on school premises. And If I see the two of you on official grounds trying this wawoo again, I'm going to have to give you both a detention. Now scram. And don't let me catch you guys again."

She pushed us away from her, gently but with force. Miss Duly never was the one to make any sense, but she was hilarious at the same time. No matter what she was doing. Dane gave me a lethal glare as our eyes locked up in rivalry, him sending me the "I will kill you" look as we crossed paths going to our separate classes. He quickly grabbed a hold of my arm. He sneered. "Today, at the football field, 3:45. Be there." This was the obvious jock code for making the statement that he wanted a fight. "3:45, I can't I have detention". For a moment his face was shocked that the schools brainiac number one goody two shoes would have anything to do with a detention. Hell the words sounded just as foreign to me as though they came right out of someone else's mouth. He stared me down, closing in on me like a jungle lion, intimidating his prey before he ripped it to shreds. "Be there, or I will find you and your little homo for a boyfriend and smash both of you into a bloody pulp, until there is nothing left but your little matching alien club t-shirts." I was surprised he was witty enough to think of an analogy as smooth and clever as that. He must of stayed up all night thinking of it.

The danger of his threat hit the back of my neck like a bone shattering round house kick from the one and only chuck norris himself. I knew Dane Rogers and his gang of thugs. If they put their puny minds to something, they would not give up until its throughly beaten or dead. They were serious about this. I didn't want to get Zeke into this. It was my mess that I blindly made and I had to take the blunt end of it. I never wanted to even dream of Zeke being hurt. I couldn't say no. It was my duty. Plus, if things did get really rough, I could of always used magic. No one said anything about using magic against a mortal who overwhelms your physical strength by brute force. "Oh...ok" I muttered before he easily sent me flying half way into the nearest locker 2 feet away. I collided with a large kerbam. I'm sure I left a handy size dent on there. Whosoever locker that was. Poor people they would have to pay for a new locker, and its not even their fault. It was my fault.

In fact, a lot things were my fault. Why I got Dane Rogers, the school jock mad at me, why I got detention. Why I wont be seeing Zeke in our supposedly private classroom date. Why my face will be smashed in behind the school football field. Why Zeke will be completely disappointed that I ditched him, and didn't show up to my own detention. But it would be worth it. I promise it would. Besides, as much as it kills me to say this, I would rather see Zeke's sad face then both our cold dead bodies on the side of the road. Trust me, it was worth it. And who knows, maybe I will prove to Zeke and Alex and everyone else how much a man I really am by beating Dane Rogers at his own stupid game.

Wait....nope. I'm going to get my ass handed to me. But its all for you Zeke! Love you, hope you understand. With that thought, and a flick of his wand(which was cleverly hidden in his back pocket) he sent a mental note to where ever Zeke's locker was, which turned into a physical note with whatever Justin was thinking at that moment, written on it. "Dear Zeke, I'm sorry to say I wont be here for our little sweet detention rendezvous. I know you were looking forward to it. Both me and you. I can't tell you the reason why just yet, but I'm sure after its done you will know it was worth it. Trust me on this. Love you, Zeke, and I hope you get this message soon. Sorry again, Love Justin. 3 3 3." There were three extra hearts on that note, just encase that was the last thing Justin could ever give to Zeke again. With that morbid thought, he picked up his books and loose paper from the floor and stashed it back into his binder and backpack as he headed for his last class of the day, and hopefully not, but could almost be...his last class of his life. Boy this was going to be fun...

(END! Of the chapter that is. You know I would never end it like that. Sooo how do you like the new twist on things. I will be sure to let you know that there will be more to come. I promise. As for the bully subplot, I know you are annoyed that I made you wait even longer to see the much anticipated JustinXZeke smex but I promise that you will enjoy this part of the story more then you think you will. Lets just say I have a few more tricks and twists up my sleeve before this plot ends. Oh and as for the Seth thing, he will come back eventually, but for now, lets just say he is trapped in this world for awhile. I know, so anticlimactic. But I realized that was a WHOLE nother story I just didn't have time for. Plus I wanted to focus on Justin and Zeke, especially when things are just getting good. Alright well have fun, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter of ASWCBB. I look forward to more of your beautiful/hilarious/absolutely wonderful comments. See ya later! 3 Til next time! Btw, don't you just love Miss Duly? Haha. ;3)